Daddy And Daughters 3

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February 2001

It was about six months after the suicide. Becky and
Marla had just gotten home from school. After hanging
up their coats and boots they disappeared into the
family room to watch cartoons and do homework until
supper. A few minutes later Marla came into my home
office. She was wearing her regular outfit of blue
jeans and white blouse.

"Do you like me, Jack?"

"You know I do, Marla. Why do you think I don't?"

"You don't do the things with me that my Dad used to
do."

"What things do you want me to do?"

Marla blushed. "You know. Like we talked about the day
that my Dad. You know."

"It would be wrong for me to do those things with you,
honey. Besides, you said you didn't like it and you
wanted me make him stop. Why do you want me to do them
to you?"

"I just wanted you to make him stop doing them some of
the times. Like when I'm sleeping. Some of the times I
really felt good when we were doing those things. Can
we do them?"

Why didn't I say no immediately? I don't know. Maybe I
don't want to remember why I didn't. I do remember
looking at Marla and not seeing just a teenage girl. I
saw a teenage girl who was starting to develop a
figure. Her breasts were forming distinct mounds under
her blouse. Her hips were beginning to fill out her
blue jeans in a manner that was not as childish as it
was only last summer. When had I started noticing
these things? Had I ever not noticed them? Marla was
still waiting for an answer.

"What things exactly do you want me to do to you?"

"Wellll, I sorta liked it when Daddy rubbed me between
my legs and when he rubbed my chest. If you do that
for me then I'll rub your thingy."

"Honey, you can rub yourself if you want. You really
don't need me to do it for you."

"I know. I've tried doing it but it just doesn't feel
the same. Maybe you can show me how?"

I steeled myself to give the answer that I knew was
the correct. "I told you, honey. That just isn't
something I can do."

"Pleeaase. I really like the way that makes me feel

She looked so pathetic and sad as she pleaded with me.
My brain was on fire with the thought of putting my
hands on her pink puffy wet juicy twat. I felt my resolve begin to
crumble.

I patted my lap. "Come sit up here, Marla."

She situated herself on my lap. I turned her so that
her back was against my chest with her legs on the
outside of my legs.

I took her hand in mine. "I'll show you how I do it to
girls." I placed her hand against her crotch and
covered it with mine. I started moving her hand up and
down her jeans covered crotch.

"I can't feel anything through my jeans. Let me take
them off."

Marla wriggled out of her jeans and placed my hand
against the thin piece of cloth that covered her pink wet slit.
My erect cock pressed into the crack of butt cheeks. I
broke out in a sweat as I felt the crease between her
pussy lips. My hand began to caress her pink wet slit
automatically. My mind had ceased functioning.

Marla's body started responding. Her panties got wet.
Her breathing grew rapid. Low moans came from her
mouth. My hand speeded up. My finger slipped between
her pussy lips. Faster. Marla's hands pressed my hand
harder against her crotch. I closed my eyes and
abandoned my self to the sensations.

Minutes passed. Nothing existed outside of her hot wet
pussy her clitoris and my flying fingers. Marla's body began to
spasm against my sopping wet fingers. I clutched her
to my chest and continued to massage her gushing cunt
until she was limp. I kissed the top of Marla's head.
Both of us were exhausted.

"Marla. Daddy." I heard Becky calling from the stairs.
Her footsteps were slowly ascending.

"Get dressed!" I whispered frantically into Marla's
ear as I lifted her from my lap and stood her on the
floor. I dashed to the door and closed it quietly. I
braced the door closed with my foot as Marla slowly
got dressed.

Becky's voice was right outside my door. Marla was
tugging her jeans over her hips. "Daddy. Marla. Are
you guys in there?"

"Just a minute, Becky." Marla was taking forever. She
zipped up her jeans. She still looked like a girl who
was basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. She smelled
like one, too. I hoped Becky wouldn't notice.

"What do you need, Becky?" I said as I opened the
door. Marla looked as if she had been hit with a
board.

"What are you guys doing in here? I thought I heard
Marla crying."

"We were just playing, dear."

Marla moved to the door like she was in a dream. "Can
we play again tomorrow, Daddy?"

"Sure, Marla."

I shut the door behind the girls. My cock was aching.
I had just fingered my goddaughter and had an erection
that wouldn't quit. I didn't know whether to wash my
hands or jack off.

I jacked off and then washed my hands. I froze as I
was drying my hands.

Marla had called me Daddy. My eyes filled with tears.

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I tried to tell myself that that would be the end of
it. I would just be firm and tell Marla that we
couldn't do those things anymore. The propensity for
man to delude himself is limitless. I knew it was a
lie even as I thought the words.

I was not surprised when Marla came to my office again
a few days later. I said all the appropriate words in
my head but they never made it to my mouth. Marla
closed the door and stripped off her jeans and panties
before crawling on my lap nude and placing my hand on her
bare pussy.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to my passions. My
fingers worked their magic on the flesh between
Marla's legs. One finger found her clit and began to
tease the nubbin hidden between the lips. My mouth
watered with desire to place her sex at my lips and
drink her juice.

Marla's breath once again grew ragged and labored as I
pleasured her. My free hand stole under her tee shirt
to caress a nipple.
Marla wriggled her ass against my stiff cock enough to
stimulate me. I wanted remove my pants so that the
bare flesh of penis could nestle itself between her
cheeks, but that would have required stopping, but I
couldn't bear the thought of stopping now.

Marla and I swam in our own ocean of desire, bounding
from one wave of pleasure to the next until at last
both of us were limp. Her orgasm had drenched my
fingers with her juice. I lifted my fingers to my
mouth. I inhaled the scent of her sex as I sucked her
juices from my fingers.

That's how Becky found us.

Marla, naked from the waist down, sitting on my lap.
Me, with one hand still under Marla's shirt, caressing
a small breast and the other hand in my mouth licking
her juice from my fingers. Becky walked into my room
and this time there was no way to disguise what Marla
and I were doing.

Marla lazily turned to face Becky. "See. I told you
Daddy was doing it to me. It really feels great,
Becky. You have to try it."

"But Daddy said it was wrong. How come you started
doing it to Marla, Daddy?"

I was still feeling good from my sexual arousal. I
just grinned at Becky. I focused on her cute
buds poking through her shirt. My cock twitched with
renewed desire. "It just feels so good, honey. Do you
want to try it?"

Becky hesitated. She still remembered my telling her
it was wrong.

Marla crawled off my lap. She gingerly touched her
swollen pussy lips. "You just can't believe how great
it feels, Becky. You've got to try it."

Becky took off her jeans slowly. I half hoped she
wouldn't get on my lap. She came over to me in her
Wonder Woman panties.

"It's better if you're not wearing panties," said
Marla helpfully.

Becky obligingly removed her panties and assumed
Marla's place my lap.

I ran my fingertips along Becky's smooth slit. I
couldn't believe that I was actually touching my
daughter in this way. Several of my adolescent sexual
fantasies ran through my brain as I pressed my fingers
between those puffy plump wet juicy pussy lips.

"Just relax, honey," I whispered. "I won't hurt you."
My fingers began their slow sensuous massage of
Becky's virgin pussy.

Marla watched intently. She had always been on the
receiving end of this treatment. Her hand copied my
movements as she stood watching Becky receive the same
pleasure that she had received only moments before.

"Get on the chair across from us, Marla. Lay back and
copy my movements. You can do this for yourself any
time you want."

Marla did as I instructed. I watched hungrily as she
mimicked my motions. Her pussy lips glistened with her
natural lubricant.

Becky's lips became slicker as her juices began to
provide the necessary lubrication. Her breathing
became more ragged under the onslaught of my fingers.
One finger slipped between her pussy lips and followed
the path from her clit to the entrance of her vagina.
The other fingers stimulated the folds between the
outer and inner lips. Becky moaned with delight.

I slipped a hand under her shirt. Her stiff nipples
grew harder under my caresses. Becky's arousal had me
just as stiff.

Marla squealed as she achieved her second orgasm of
the afternoon. Her hand ceased its motion and cupped
her pussy. She would learn soon enough how to prolong
an orgasm. I was sure that I would be the one to teach
her.

Becky humped her crotch against my hand. I lightened
my touch and quickened the strokes. Becky moaned and
writhed with arousal. She was getting hungry for
something she had never experienced. She didn't know
what it was but she wanted it desperately. I kept her
on the edge for several more minutes by slowing and
speeding up my manipulation of her clit. She began to
sob with each stroke on her clit. I increased the
pressure slightly and at last she found the release
she sought and she released her girlie juices on my fingers .

I clasped Becky to my chest as I cupped her pussy.
With no further stimulation, the orgasm passed and
left Becky limp in my arms.

Marla had recovered by this time. "How was it, Becky?"

"It was wonderful." Becky whispered. "I never realized
I could feel that good."

The telephone interrupted our quiet recovery from the
sex play. I answered it lazily. "Hello."

"Hi, honey. This is June." That got my attention. My
hot sweaty body turned into a cold sweaty body as my
stomach tied itself into a tight ball. Bile rose in my
throat.

"I just want to tell you that I'm on my way home now.
I should be there in about thirty minutes. I got off
early because I have to pack and leave for LA
tomorrow. Ms. Jefferson has a deal that's about to
fall apart but thinks she can save it with some face-
to-face persuasion."

"I'll start supper now and it should be on the table
by the time you're home."

"Thanks, dear. Bye-bye."

"Bye."

I put Becky on the floor. "Girls you need to wash up
for supper. And, uh be sure to wash uh, between your
legs. You also both need to promise me that you won't
talk to Mommy about anything that we did in here
tonight. If she asks what you did after school, just
say that you did home work and watched T.V. Will you
promise me that girls?"

"We promise, Daddy." Both girls spoke simultaneously.

"Thank you Becky. Thank you Marla. Now go wash up. I
have to start cooking.

The girls picked up their clothes before running off
to the bathroom bottomless. I watched their cute
little bare butts all the way down the hall. I had
never needed an orgasm so badly.

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I had the table set and was putting dinner on the
table when June got home. We all chatted about the
day's activities while we ate. Well the girls and I
did keep quiet about the afternoon's activities.

June was excited about the trip. Her boss had enough
confidence in her abilities to ask her along. She was
to take notes during the meetings and do research in
between. She had even brought home a thick folder of
papers concerning the companies involved in the
negotiations. She wanted to start going through them
as soon as she was done packing.

She went upstairs to pack as soon as she was done
eating. The girls helped me do the dishes before
settling down to finish their homework.

June was busy reading when I got upstairs. "How long
will you be gone, honey?"

"Two days at most. Ms. Jefferson said if we can't wrap
things up by then it isn't worth it."

"Well, how about a little adult playtime before
bedtime tonight? Just to remind me what I'll bee
missing while you're away."

June looked up from her papers. "Come back in a couple
hours. If I don't put this stuff away when you get
back, rip the clothes off my body and ravish me on the
floor. Just don't get any cum on the papers. I don't
think I could explain that to Ms. Jefferson."

I fondled June's breasts as I nuzzled her neck. Her
nipples responded to my touch. "You've got a deal,
honey," I said as June shuddered with delight.

The girls were watching T.V. in the family room when I
got downstairs. I checked their homework and settled
down to watch with them. Becky sat on my right and
Marla sat on my left as we watched some dysfunctional
sitcom family sort out some improbable domestic
problem. The fear of being caught by June prevented me
from continuing our afternoon sex play.

After a couple more sitcoms it was time for bed. The
girls kissed me and went to their bedroom with no
protests. I watched T.V for another half hour and then
went to check on them. They were both in bed with the
lights out. I briefly considered the possibility of
once more touching the bear flesh between their legs.
Instead I just bent down to kiss each girl good night
and quietly closed the door on my way out.

I returned to the family room to watch a little more
but was too horny to sit there. I was about to turn
off the television when June came into the family
room.

Her hair was wet and she was wearing her robe. "You
should have told me you were taking a shower. I could
have helped you wash your back."

June sat beside me on the couch. "If you were helping
me wash, we would still be in the shower."

I put one hand under her robe to caress a naked
breast. It felt huge under my hand. Somehow I had
expected it to be the same size as Marla's or Becky's
breasts.

We kissed hungrily. She was just as eager as I was. I
was startled when she abruptly broke off the kiss.

"I don't want the kids to catch us. Let's go to the
bedroom."

"They're already asleep. I just checked on them." I
untied the sash of June's robe.

"Are you sure?" June's fingers fumbled with my belt
buckle.

I slipped the robe from her shoulders to expose her
breasts. "Absolutely."

"Good." June unbuttoned by shirt.

We were both naked in record time. I looked at June's
neatly trimmed pubic hair. I mentally compared it with
the two hairless pussies I had seen earlier that day.
"Have you ever though of shaving off all your pubic
hair?" I asked June as I placed a hand on her crotch.

June inhaled sharply as my fingers found her clit.
"Not really. Why?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I pushed June backwards
until she was lying on the couch. June made sure that
her robe was under her hips. My mouth briefly suckled
a breast before moving down her belly to the light
brown hair that hid her pussy lips.

June's fingers gripped my hair as I began to work my
tongue into her honey pot. Again I compared her to the
girls. She tasted the same as she had last week.
Neither of the girls tasted better than her. They were
just different.

In short order June was writhing with pleasure. My
erection was aching for release. I rested my jaw for a
second and caught a flicker of movement out of the
corner of my eye.

I instantly knew it was one or both of the girls. I
considered what to do as I reapplied my mouth to
June's pussy. I didn't care if the girls watched but
June did. Well if June saw the girls then she could
decide what to do.

June shrieked as she had her orgasm from my tongue. If
the movement I saw wasn't the girls then I'm pretty
sure that her shriek of pleasure would wake them.

I moved so that I was kneeling on the floor beside
June's head. "Suck me," I said to her. She took my
cock into her mouth and I arched my back as I lost
myself in the moment. I was too close to cumming.

I put my hand on June's head. "Hold it. I'm about to
cum. I want to cum inside you."

I sneaked a look out of the corner of my eye as I
changed positions. Both Becky and Marla were peeking
around the doorway.

I got between June's legs and positioned the head of
my cock at the entrance to her cunt. June was already
well lubricated with a mixture of my saliva and her
own juices. June guided me as I slid into her. I
sighed as I felt the walls of her cunt embrace my
cock. I love that feeling of first penetration.

We made love slowly and gently. I was still close to
orgasm and wanted to help June to achieve her second
orgasm before I shot my load.

June came in only a few minutes. Maybe it was the
atypical location for our lovemaking. Maybe it was the
increased chance of being caught by the girls.
Whatever the reason, her orgasm came on hard and fast.
She sobbed and gasped as her muscles spasmed. The
girls were getting an eyeful tonight.

My balls tightened against my body. Cum surged from my
cock and flooded into June's cunt. I seemed to cum for
hours, though it must have been only a few seconds. I
had been waiting for this since I had fingered the
girls that afternoon.

I collapsed onto June's chest. Both of us were sodden
with a rapidly cooling glaze of sweat. I casually
turned my head to the side but was careful to keep my
eyes closed. The girls quickly dodged out of the way.

I knew I would weigh too much for June to bear my
weight for too long so I rolled off of June and sat on
the floor so that my body blocked her view of the
doorway. I opened my eyes just enough to see as I let
out a little theatrical snore.

The girls took the bait and peeped around the corner
again. I put one finger to my lips as I opened my eyes
and waved them away with my other hand. Becky smiled
at me and tugged Marla away from the door.

I gave the girls a few minutes to get into bed before
I shook June's shoulder. "Let's go to bed, Honey."

June groaned and protested weakly. "Let me sleep
here."

"Do you want the girls to find you naked and freshly
fucked tomorrow morning?"

She groaned again but slowly sat up. She looked down
between her legs. "God you made a mess. You must have
emptied a quart of cum into me."

"Well clamp your legs together on the way to the
bathroom so you don't drip onto the carpet."

June covered her pussy with one hand as she stood up.
I helped her into her robe. She kissed my cheek and
said, "I'm going to clean up and check on the kids.
I'll meet you in the bedroom in a minute."

"Just be sure you're ready for another tongue
lashing." I patted her on the ass and followed her
down the hall carrying my clothes.

After June closed the door to the bathroom, I poked my
head into the girl's bedroom. "Mom's going to check on
you in a minute," I whispered. "Be sure you're asleep
when she does."

"Yes, Daddy," whispered Becky.

"Goodnight then." I closed the door and went to bed.

June crawled into bed with me a few minutes later.
"Now what were you saying about giving me another
tongue lashing?"

My only response was a yawn and a peck on the cheek.
Both of us fell asleep almost immediately.

The alarm rang way too early. June was already
finishing her morning coffee when I dragged my ass
downstairs at seven o'clock. We had two hours to get
to the airport that was an hour away.

The girls joined us thirty minutes later. Both were
dressed and ready for the bus. This was a distinct
improvement from most days when they showed up half
ready and complaining about having to go to school.

They wolfed down breakfast and kissed June good-bye as
we headed for the car. I would miss have June next to
me for a few nights. I always did. It usually took me
three nights just to move from my side of our bed. I
felt lonely and excited at the same time.

Even though I would miss June, I would also have a few
uninterrupted evenings with Becky and Marla. I wasn't
sure how far our sex play would go but I wanted to
explore this newly revealed side of my own sexuality.
I had never considered myself a pedophile or one of
those men who show up on the news charged with
molesting their own daughters but it was pretty plain
that I was in that group.

We parked in the ramp and took the tunnel to the main
building at MSP. There were a lot more people
traveling than I expected.

June got her boarding pass at the e-ticket machine
while I checked the monitors for her gate. Why is it
that every time I go to the airport my gate is at the
far end of the concourse?

Ms. Jefferson was already in the waiting area when we
arrived. She was shorter than June by at least six
inches. Her blonde hair was cut short in a typical
professional woman's easy to manage bob. She was
impeccably dressed in a gray business suit jacket and
skirt. She projected an air of confidence and looked
ready to take over the reins of any company on a
moments notice.

Ms. Jefferson was polite and charming as June
introduced us. I liked her immediately. She came
across as a dedicated businesswoman.

I started feeling uneasy. Something didn't feel right
but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't Ms.
Jefferson. I don't know what it was. I mentally
shrugged and let it go.

I had intended to wait with June until she had to
board but Ms. Jefferson wanted to start reviewing
their papers and strategy before the flight. June was
also eager to go over what she had learned while
studying the papers last night. I kissed June good-bye
and shook hands with Ms. Jefferson. The uneasy feeling
didn't go away.

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The day passed surprisingly swiftly. I got a lot of
work done and was taking a break when the girls got
home. They came bounding into my office.

"Hi, Daddy!" shrieked Becky as she jumped onto my lap
to kiss me. Marla came in just as swiftly though much
quieter.

"Hi, girls. How was school?"

"Boorring!" they said in unison.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well do your home work and
then we'll eat."

Becky jumped off my lap and began to unzip her jeans.
"We wanna play first."

"No. We'll play after homework and supper. Your Mom is
out of town so we'll have plenty of time after
supper."

Becky stuck out her lower lip in the most dramatic
pout I had seen in a long time.

"Aaawww, Daaaad. Just a little play first. Pleeaasse!"
She thrust her hand into her pants to cup her mound.

Marla took Becky's elbow. "C'mon Becky. The sooner we
finish homework, the sooner we can have fun."

Becky opened her mouth to protest but shut it when
Marla shook her head. They whispered conspiratorially
as they left my office.

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After supper I checked the homework. Some of it was
very evidently done in a hurry. Both girls pouted as
they sat at the kitchen table to redo the sloppy work.

I went to the family room to watch T.V. while they
finished up.

A few minutes after I settled myself on the couch two
naked girls attacked me. They came running into the
family room, jumped onto my lap, and wrapped their
arms around my neck.

"Time to play, Daddy!" they squealed.

I fought back by tickling them until both of them were
breathless and begging me to stop.

We all sat still for a few minutes to catch our
breath. I was sandwiched between two giggling girls
with an arm around each of them. "So what game are we
going to play?"

Becky bumped my shoulder with hers. "You know what
game, Daddy. The one we played yesterday where you
rubbed me."

"No!" yelled Marla. "I wanna play the game that you
played with Mommy last night."

I patted her thigh. "Sorry, honey. I can't play that
game with you. That's for adults only."

"But, can't we do some of the things that you and
Mommy did?"

"Welll, maybe. What things did you want to do?"

Marla dissolved into giggles again. Becky stepped in
to help her. "She wants you to put your mouth on her
cunny."

"On her what?"

"You know what, Daddy. Between her legs. Where you
rubbed us yesterday."

"Are you sure you want me to do that to you, Marla?"

"Yes, Daddy. I really do."

"How about you, Becky? Should I do it to you, too?"

Becky blushed a brilliant shape of red. The blush
spread down her chest to her cute little nipples.
"Yes," she whispered as she hugged my arm.

"Let's go to the bedroom to play. We'll be more
comfortable there."

I held hands with Becky and Marla as we walked down
the hall to my bedroom. The girls jumped on the bed
and sat facing me.

I stood in front of them. They kept their eyes glued
to my crotch as I undressed. They both burst out with
another peal of stifled giggles when I dropped my
under shorts on the floor. My erect cock bobbed in
time to my racing pulse.

"What shall we do first?"

The girls looked at each other. Becky whispered into
Marla's ear. Marla nodded. "Lick my cunny first,
Daddy."

"O.K., darling." I kneeled by the bed and pulled Marla
to the edge. After draping her legs over my shoulders
I placed my mouth on her crotch. I inhaled deeply. Her
salty little girl smell saturated my lungs. I could
even taste her on my tongue without an initial lick.

I ran my tongue along the length of her slit. Marla
gasped as she felt the first touch. She tasted just as
good as she smelled.

I wormed my tongue between her lips. After one long
slow lick from her clit to her hole her juices began
to flow. I fucked my tongue in and out of her hole.
She tasted as sweet as wine to me. Marla moaned and
pressed her crotch against my face.

My tongue returned to Marla's clit. I flicked the tip
across her love bud. She shuddered as I gently sucked
her clit into my mouth and continued to caress it with
my tongue. Suck. Flick. Suck. Flick.

Marla could no longer lay still. She humped her hips
against my face and beat her hands on the bed. My face
and chin dripped with the nectar from her pussy.

She finally came with a long low shriek and muscle
spasms that seemed to go on forever. She was as limp
as a rag doll when she finished cumming.

I lifted my mouth from her crotch. Marla was smiling.
Her breasts were puffy and her nipples were erect with
lingering arousal. As I suckled one breast, Marla
moaned and squirmed again. She gripped my head and
held my mouth to her breast while I teased her nipple
with my lips and tongue.

I finally broke free from her grasp and crawled onto
the bed to kiss Marla on the mouth. "How was that,
honey?"

Marla thrust her tongue into my mouth. I returned the
favor and continued the kiss for a minute. I
reluctantly broke off the kiss and lay down on the
bed.

Becky kissed me. I slid my tongue between her lips.
Becky pulled her head away. "You taste funny."

"That's what Marla's pussy tastes like. You probably
don't taste that much different. Do you want me to
lick you and find out?"

Becky hesitated. "Yeah. I do."

"You don't seem sure, honey. Are you scared or
embarrassed?"

"I'm a little embarrassed, I guess. I mean hands are
one thing but having you lick me down there seems a
little gross."

"I can rub you if you like. I don't want you to do
anything you don't want to."

Becky hesitated again.

Marla spoke up. "It feels even better than a hand,
Becky. You have to try it."

"Let Becky make her own decision, Marla. Becky it is
totally up to you. You may not like the same things as
Marla. I can use my hand, or my mouth, or we can just
lie here and cuddle."

Becky laid her head on my chest. She was silent for
almost a minute. "I want you to use your mouth on me."

"O.K., honey. I will. If you want me to stop just tell
me and I will."

"O.K., Daddy."

"All right. You put a knee on either side of my head."

I helped Becky get herself settled in position. I held
her slim hips with my hands. Her pussy looked so
beautiful. "Whenever you're ready, you can just lower
your cunny to my mouth."

Becky didn't hesitate anymore. She rested her pussy on
my mouth.

My jaw was still a little sore from working on Marla,
so I started slowly. I parted her lips with my tongue
and pushed it as far into her hole as I could. She
squeaked at the intrusion but didn't move her crotch
from my face.

I ran my tongue repeatedly from her hole to her clit.
Her natural lubrication began flowing into my mouth.
Becky tasted a little sweeter than Marla.

I made love to my daughter with my mouth and tongue
until I felt Becky quiver with excitement. She was
getting close to orgasm. I increased the tempo of my
licking and pushed her over the edge. She almost
smothered me as she pressed her pussy against my mouth
and nose. I swallowed the juice that gushed from her
as fast as I could but it was useless. The juice ran
down my chin and soaked my neck and my pillow.

Eventually her throes subsided. She rolled off my face
and lay exhausted beside me. Marla crawled up beside
me licked my cheek before pushing her tongue into my
mouth. We French kissed each other for a minute.

"Becky tastes pretty good, Daddy."

"She sure does, honey. And so do you." I kissed her
forehead.

Becky crawled up to also taste her own pussy juice
from my cheek. "I guess I taste O.K."

"Uh huh."

Becky and Marla each lay down beside me with a head on
my shoulder. We fell asleep like that.

.

I woke up some time later when Becky and Marla got off
the bed. A short time later I heard the toilet flush
and heard the girls giggling as the came back to my
bedroom. They continued to whisper and giggle as they
climbed back on the bed. I kept my eyes closed.

One of the girls grasped my penis. I grew erect almost
immediately. I felt a mouth slip over the head and a
tongue licked its way around the tip of my cock. I
grew even harder. I was disappointed when the mouth
let go.

I was about to speak up when I felt a second hand take
hold of my cock. "Now use your mouth like I did," said
Marla. "Just be sure to keep your teeth away from his
thing. Dad said it really hurts if you don't."

Another mouth surrounded my cock. "Li iss." I heard
Becky mumble around a mouthful of my cock.

"Now move your hand up and down."

I felt Becky's hand stroke my cock. It was inexpert
but improved rapidly as Marla corrected her.

"Don't grip it so hard. A little faster. Keep you
mouth on it. Does it feel good, Daddy?"

I opened my eyes and nodded. Marla was fingering
herself as Becky sucked me off. I cupped her pussy
with my hand had helped her.

It didn't take long to get me close to orgasm. "I'm
gonna cum," I gasped.

Becky took her mouth away from my cock. "No! Keep your
mouth on it!"

Becky resumed sucking my cock.

I started cumming. Becky coughed as the first spurt of
cum hit the back of her throat. Another spurt followed
and she tried to swallow but the third gush came too
quick. She coughed again and just let the rest of the
cum dribble out of her mouth and coated my cock and
her hand.

I dropped my hand from Marla's pussy. She finished
herself off. Marla collapsed on the bed beside me. The
cum cooled on my balls.

"I need to wash all this cum off myself. You girls
could also use a bath. Shall we shower together?"

"Yes!" They both answered simultaneously.

I tried to keep my cum from dripping on the floor by
covering my crotch with my hand as we walked to the
master bathroom. It reminded me of June last night. I
smiled as I remembered our lovemaking on the couch. My
stomach tightened as I thought of her. I knew she
would hit the ceiling if she ever found out about the
sex play between the girls and me. I attributed the
sick feeling in my stomach to the thought that June
might find out.

Our shower stall was big enough for June and I to
share our showers. That was one of the reasons that we
bought this house. With one adult and two children
there was a little less room but we could still wash
each other.

After adjusting the temperature we soaped each other.
The girls took turns washing my penis. It was never so
clean as it was that night. I soaped each of the girls
one at a time. I paid special attention to their
breasts and crotches. The giggles and squeals of
delight encouraged me to drag out the shower until the
water began to cool to the point of being
uncomfortable.

I was erect again by the time we got done. We
continued our play by drying each other off. The girls
wanted to sleep in my bed that night.

"C'mon, Daddy. We might as well. We want to be close
to you tonight. Becky's put her mouth on your thing
and I haven't. If you let us sleep in your bed, I'll
do that for you."

"As much as I look forward to that, Marla, I think it
would not be a good idea. It could lead to other
things that you're just not ready for."

"You mean like having real sex? Like you and Mommy did
on the couch last night."

"Yes, honey. That's exactly what we can't do."

"We won't do that then."

"Honey, it's not that simple."

The telephone interrupted the rest of my speech on how
little girls should not tempt their fathers into
having sexual intercourse. It was June. My stomach
tightened again. Something was definitely not right.

"Mark, we did it!" June was positively triumphant.

"You're already finished? I was incredulous.

"Yes! They agreed to almost all our terms. Ms.
Jefferson and I are going out to celebrate. We'll be
home tomorrow morning."

"Come home tonight, dear. I love you. The girls and I
miss you. You can celebrate here."

"That's really sweet, dear. I love you, too. Ms.
Jefferson has already arranged to meet all the people
involved at one of the nightclubs. We have a limo
waiting downstairs. Bye-bye, dear. Love you."

"I love you, too." My stomach hurt so much I had to
sit down. I had a horrible feeling that I would never
talk to her again. I couldn't shake the feeling. I
knew that this was what I had been dreading since this
morning. It was crazy, but I just knew it. I called
her room back. The phone rang a dozen times. I called
the front desk. Her limo had just left. They didn't
know what club they were going to. I wanted to curl up
into a ball.

The girls knew some thing was wrong. They were getting
scared. I forced a smile. I didn't want to be alone.
"All right girls. You can sleep with me tonight."

Their smiles were also a little forced. We jumped into
bed and played another game of tickle until we were so
breathless that we had to stop. We fondled and kissed
each other for a while and the girls drifted off to
sleep.

I fell asleep when I was too tired to stay awake.

I tried to get things back to normal the next day. I
got up and dressed before making breakfast. When the
girls came to the kitchen naked, I made them go get
dressed before they could eat. They protested and
pouted but complied. I knew the phone call would come
soon. My stomach was getting tighter.

As soon as the girls left, I called the airline.

June was not on her flight.

I sat down and stared at the wall. It was too late.
How did I know? I'm a rational man. I don't believe in
this premonition bullshit. They took a different
flight. I didn't believe a word of what I told myself.

The doorbell rang. I knew who it was before I answered
the door.

I looked through the window before I opened the door.
A police cruiser was parked at the curb.

I opened the door and greeted the officers. "Hello."

"Good morning, sir. Are you Mr. Olson?"

"Yes, I am."

"Is your wife home, Mr. Olson?"

"No. She's in California on business. She should be
home later this morning. Is there something I can help
you with?"

"May I come in Mr. Olson?"

"Certainly. What's going on officer?"

The officer sat down in the living room. He licked his
lips. "I have some bad news Mr. Olson. Your wife was
killed last night in Los Angeles."

I couldn't speak for a minute. "No. There must be a
mistake. I spoke to June just last night. She was
fine."

"We're pretty sure that there's no mistake, Mr. Olson.
She was riding in a limousine and got broadsided by a
semi. There were two women in the back seat. A Paula
Jefferson and a June Olson. Both were killed
instantly. The Los Angeles police didn't find the
purses until this morning."

The policeman sounded very odd. Like he was talking
from a very long way away. My skin tingled and my
vision narrowed until I was looking at the world
through a pipe. The next thing I knew I was waking up
on the floor.

One of the policemen was talking to the other. "I
really hate this part of the job."

I hate it, too, I thought to myself. "June." I croaked
and started to cry.


March 2001

The next month was a nightmare in slow motion. The
girls refused to leave my side. We flew to LA to claim
the body. When we got back, I pulled them out of
school for the rest of the year. I taught them myself
using some of the home schooling materials available
for parents. In all that time Becky cried almost
constantly and Marla never cried at all. I was totally
at a loss as to what to do to help her.

The girls refused to sleep in their own bedroom. If I
was out of Becky's sight for more than a half hour she
would search frantically through the house until she
found me. Marla wouldn't even let me out of her sight.
She would follow me to the bathroom and wait outside
until I came out. She would cling to my side whenever
we left the house. Her conversation became almost
monosyllabic. Our sex play even stopped. We spent a
lot of time holding each other, though.

My lawyer called one night and said that I had to get
my act together or risk losing the house. He needed
some of the papers from my deposit box so we went to
the bank that afternoon. It was too close to closing
time so I just grabbed all the papers in the box
intending to sort them out at home.

After a quiet supper I sat at the table to get
everything ready for the next day. I found the papers
I needed right away but continued looking out of a
need to be doing something to avoid thinking about
June. I found some of the photographs that June and I
had put into the box to give to Marla when she was
older. I set the photos to one side and Marla
immediately grabbed them.

I continued looking and found one of the envelopes we
had gotten from Jack and Betty's deposit box. This one
had Marla's name on it. I was going to ask her if she
wanted it but when I looked up to ask her I saw that
she was crying. She was next to me looking at one of
the photos. I leaned over and saw that she was looking
at a photo of our families in Jack and Betty's
backyard. Jack and Betty were holding Marla's hands.
June was standing next to them holding Becky's hand. I
was the only one missing because I was the one who had
taken the picture. Tears were streaming down Marla's
face. I started crying, too.

I picked up Marla and held her as I walked her around
the kitchen. It was so good to finally have her
reacting to something. Becky started crying, too.
Mostly out of confusion, I suspect. I took her hand
and walked to the family room.

We cried on and off for most of the evening. In
between crying we talked about Jack and Betty and
Marla. We talked about the good times and fond
memories of them and some of the bad times and bad
memories.

It was finally bed time and I shooed the girls down
the hall to wash up and get ready for bed. It was the
first time they willingly let me out of their sight
since June had died.

We hugged each other as we lay in bed. Marla and Becky
were slowly returning to their old selves. I finally
saw that there would be a tomorrow where I wouldn't
miss June every minute of the day. All three of us lay
on the knowing that we could count on the other two.
We fell asleep that way.

Later that night I woke up when I felt a tug on my
belt buckle. I half sat up and opened my eyes. Marla's
clothing was scattered around the bed. She was
completely nude and now she was trying to undress me.

I placed my hand on top of her hand. "You don't need
to do this, Marla. You know I still love you."

"I know, Daddy. But this is important to me. I want
you to really do to me what you did to Mommy. Not just
your hand or mouth but all of it."

"Are you sure, Marla? You're still pretty small. You
know that it might hurt."

"I know. I need it, Daddy." Tears fell off her cheeks
onto my under shorts.

"All right, baby. Whatever you want. I'll try not to
hurt you."

I undressed and lay beside Marla's naked body. Becky
was still asleep.

Marla kissed me with an insatiable hunger. I caressed
her pussy with my hand. She was dry but soon began
producing some lubrication. I knew penetration would
be painful without more juice. "Let me use my mouth on
you, Marla. I want to taste you before we do this."

Marla straddled my face and pressed her crotch against
my mouth. She could barely reach my cock but she did
what she could to get me ready. When I could feel her
juice flowing freely into my mouth, I knew she was
ready. I lifted her hips away from my face. "Turn
around, honey. Kiss me."

Marla obeyed. She kissed me hard for a few seconds.
"Now, Daddy!" she whispered urgently.

"O.K. You'll be on top. I'll hold my cock and you let
it slide into your hole. It might hurt a bit. If it
does, just slow down."

Marla fumbled with my cock as she tried to aim it into
herself. Eventually the head of my cock parted her
cunt lips and began to slide home. I encountered the
thin barrier of her virginity and Marla stopped for a
second.

"That's your cherry, Marla. Are you sure you want to
do this?"

More tears fell on my chest. Marla nodded. "Do it,
Daddy," she whispered. Do it now. Please, Daddy."

I thrust upward with my hips and broke through her
maidenhead. Marla gasped but kept pushing herself onto
my cock. When her pubic mound touched mine she
collapsed onto my chest. My cock was buried in my
little girl's cunt. She was so tight I was delirious.

Marla lifted her hips from mine and began to hump
herself up and down on my cock.

I held Marla's hips with my hands and helped her. I
knew I couldn't last long in Marla's tight pussy. I
worked her clit with my thumb. She was close. Her
tears continued to splash on my chest as she fucked
herself on my cock.

Finally she shuddered and gasped as she had her
orgasm. I let her finish and lie on my chest with my
cock buried in her. I hadn't cum yet but that didn't
very important right now.

Becky kissed my cheek and hugged me. "I'm glad,
Daddy."

She kissed me again before turning over and falling
asleep.

Marla snored softly on my chest. I rolled over to
place her on the bed. My cock pulled out of her with a
soft plop. I still had an erection.

I went to the kitchen to get some water.

March 2001

The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I
sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs,
and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back
to the time almost a year ago before my world changed
and fell apart and then came back together again. I
picked the envelope with Marla's name on it. 'For
Marla on her 16th birthday' was printed on it.

I tapped the envelope on the table. It wasn't sealed
very well. I slid my finger under the flap. It opened
up with out tearing.

There was a single sheet of paper and a three blood
donor cards inside. The letter was hand written and
signed by Betty.


'June 20, 1999

My dearest Marla,

You are only seven years old as I am writing this. I'm
not even sure I'll give it to you but I feel that you
need to know about your father.

The doctors though you might have to have surgery last
month. You dad and I donated blood for your use but it
wasn't needed thank goodness. I looked at the blood
types that they wrote on the cards that your father
and I got after we donated. It is very clear from the
donor cards that my husband is not your father. Mark
Olson is your real father. We had a short affair. I
could never explain to you why we had the affair.
Nothing I could say would make sense to you. It
doesn't even make sense to me now.

The affair resulted in your being born. I found out
later that your dad could never have children. I think
he also knows that now. Please believe me when I say
that your dad loves you.

I hope I have the strength to burn this before you can
read it.

All my love,
Mom'

I stared at the letter and the donor cards. I though
about Marla and Becky sound asleep in my bed. The
deaths of Betty, Jack, and June had already caused
them too much trouble in their lives.

I found a book of matches in the junk drawer. I was so
nervous I broke three matches before one caught fire.

I held the paper over the sink as it burned. I washed
the ashes down the sink.

The donor cards were plastic. I settled for cutting
them into thin strips and dropping them into the
garbage can.

I stood in the doorway of my bedroom. My two daughters
slept quietly in the middle of my bed. Things were
going to be all right.
The End